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The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 4)

... surroundings. Its architecture spoke of grandeur and importance, a beacon drawing Geralt's attention. The courtyard, surrounded by these formidable structures, held an air of secrecy and hidden agendas. Shadows danced on the cobblestone paths as the guards maintained their watch, unaware of the impending intrusion.

Geralt's keen eyes scanned the surroundings, noting the strategic placement of guards, the patterns of their patrols, and the vulnerabilities he could exploit. The night, with its cloak of darkness, became his ally, offering concealment for his inevitable entrance into the heart of the chateau. With each passing moment, the anticipation built, and Geralt prepared to navigate the labyrinth of walls and guards to reach his elusive destination.

Under the cloak of darkness, Geralt moved like a shadow through the Chateau's surroundings. The night seemed to embrace him, and he felt the hum of potions coursing through his veins, enhancing his ability to heal and boosting his strength. Scaling walls and navigating rooftops with the grace of a cat, he approached the imposing structure, determined to unravel the truth.

As he stealthily advanced, he observed the guards stationed around the perimeter, their presence indicating heightened security. Geralt moved with the expertise of a seasoned hunter, slipping past them like a whisper in the night. The pale moonlight painted the scene with an eerie glow, casting long shadows that played tricks on the ...

... eye.

Reaching the third story, Geralt noticed a dim light emanating from a specific room. A gut feeling told him this was where Sasha—or perhaps Cantarella, as Serrit had suggested—was being held. The stakes were high, and he couldn't afford to be detected. Enough bloodshed has been spilled tonight due to Sasha's machinations.

As he attempted to traverse the precarious ledge, Geralt slipped momentarily, his heart skipping a beat. In a graceful recovery, he regained his footing, narrowly avoiding a disastrous fall. The urgency of the situation heightened, and he pressed on with caution.

Silently Geralt entered Bernard's vacant living quarters through a window. The room was well-lit, a warm team sat on the table. Geralt could hear sounds from a woman in the adjoining room, sounds of muffled cries and whimpering. He could feel the tension in the air, a mix of anticipation and danger. Each step was a calculated risk, and the room seemed to hold its breath as he moved towards the source of the mysterious sounds, striving to remain unseen and unveil the secrets concealed within the Chateau's walls.

Chapter 16: Learning the Truth

Geralt enters the room, his sword drawn. As he swung open the door, the dimly lit room revealed itself, adorned with luxurious furnishings and a large, four-poster bed. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, enhancing the clandestine atmosphere of the chamber. The room resonated with the rhythmic creaking of the bed, its movements a ...